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The girl sat up and pulled a flower out of her hair

She ran and ran but could not see a house anywhere, so she sat down under a flower to rest.

On the table in front of it, there was a dead flower.

He looked at the picture for a minute, and then put it by a flower on the table.

He put the flower on the picture and looked at it carefully.

We stood still, not speaking. I looked down at the clear white flowers. Maxim picked up a fallen flower and gave it to me.

When that time comes, go to the men s houses in the village and take some of their Red Flower.

The Red Flower was fire. All animals are afraid of it and do not call it by its name.

I am a man, and to show you, I have brought the Red Flower with me.

You burnt his coat with the Red Flower.

We could lose a lot of money because you might not be aware, but it's estimated that native bees pollination of flower and vegetable crops is worth 1. 2 billion dollars a year.

And if you just want to sit and relax, you can go to the flower garden: that's the circular area on the map surrounded by paths.

High up in the clear, pure air flew an angel, with a flower plucked from the garden of heaven.

As he was kissing the flower a very little leaf fell from it and sunk down into the soft earth in the middle of a wood.

With pious gratitude the girl looked upon this glorious work of God, and bent down over one of the branches, that she might examine the flower and inhale the sweet perfume.

Gladly would she have plucked a flower, but she could not overcome her reluctance to break one off.

And the black forest snails actually spat at the flower.

The messenger described the flower so that is appearance could not be mistaken.

There was a little flower garden with painted wooden palings in front of it;

It did not mind that nobody saw it in the grass, and that it was a poor despised flower;

How beautifully soft the grass is, and what a lovely little flower with its golden heart and silver dress is growing here.

The little flower could very well see that they were ill at ease, and pitied them sincerely.

The daisy was glad that it was outside, and only a small flower it felt very grateful.

On the following morning, when the flower once more stretched forth its tender petals, like little arms, towards the air and light,

Indeed, that was very difficult for such a small flower to find out.

Pluck the flower off, said the other boy, and the daisy trembled for fear, for to be pulled off meant death to it;

You must also fade in here, poor little flower.

Each little blade of grass shall be a green tree for me, each of your white petals a fragrant flower.

the bird noticed it, although it was dying with thirst, and in its pain tore up the green blades of grass, but did not touch the flower.

Tweet, tweet, was all it could utter, then it bent its little head towards the flower, and its heart broke for want and longing.

The flower could not, as on the previous evening, fold up its petals and sleep; it dropped sorrowfully.

Nobody thought of the flower which had felt so much for the bird and had so greatly desired to comfort it.

And the Almighty presses the flowers to His heart, but He kisses the flower that pleases Him best,

Amidst all this confusion, the angel pointed to the pieces of a broken flower pot, and to a lump of earth which had fallen out of it.

The earth had been kept from falling to pieces by the roots of a withered field flower, which had been thrown amongst the rubbish.

This he carefully planted in a flower pot, and placed in a window seat near his bed.

And the flower had been planted by a fortunate hand, for it grew, put forth fresh shoots, and blossomed every year.

It became a splendid flower garden to the sick boy, and his little treasure upon earth.

The flower entwined itself even in his dreams for him it bloomed, for him spread its perfume.

And it gladdened his eyes, and to the flower he turned, even in death, when the Lord called him.

He has been one year with God. During that time the flower has stood in the window,

And this poor flower, withered and faded as it is, we have added to our nosegay,

because it gave more real joy than the most beautiful flower in the garden of a queen.

I know it, said the angel, because I myself was the poor sick boy who walked upon crutches, and I know my own flower well.

but He kissed the withered field flower, and it received a voice.

They all joined in the chorus of praise, both great and small, the good, happy child, and the poor field flower, that once lay withered and cast away on a heap of rubbish in a narrow, dark street.

Do you not smell the sweet perfume from flower and bush? Wherefore do you weep, old willow tree?

During the whole day he enjoyed himself in the warm sunshine, flew from flower to flower, and danced on the wings of the flying butterflies.

And then they kissed each other, and the girl wept, and gave him a rose; but before she did so, she pressed a kiss upon it so fervently that the flower opened.

The young man took it out as he walked through the dark wood alone, and kissed the flower so often and so violently, that the little elf was almost crushed.

As soon as she was in her room, she took the largest flower pot she could find,

Every morning he flew to the window of the poor girl, and always found her weeping by the flower pot.

He could not imagine why she was weeping over that flower pot, and it annoyed him.

And one day she sat and leaned her head against the flower pot, the little elf of the rose found her asleep.

The little elf of the rose followed it, and flew from flower to flower,

close to where he had placed the fragrant jasmine, every flower cup opened, and invisibly the little spirits stole out, armed with poisonous spears.

and she, with the whole swarm, buzzed about the flower pot. The bees could not be driven away.

Then a man took it up to remove it, and one of the bees stung him in the hand, so that he let the flower pot fall, and it was broken to pieces.

and then he flew for a short distance, till he found himself in a beautiful flower garden, all fragrant with roses and lavender.

Now really here is a flower coming, said the old woman one morning, and now at last she began to encourage the hope that her sick daughter might really recover.

and she smiled at the flower, as if it had been an angel from God.

He glanced, with a very critical eye, at all the flower beds,

The French call this flower Marguerite, and they say that the little daisy can prophesy.

He was just about to make her an offer, when, close by the maiden, he saw a pod, with a withered flower hanging at the end.

full of fragrance from head to foot, with the scent of a flower in every leaf.

But it is not enough merely to exist, said he, I need freedom, sunshine, and a little flower for companion.